Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 23:42:22 EDT
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 14 (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy)
The Power - Part 14
By GetRealGuy@aol.com
The next few days went well. Bob put it on me to ask Tony if he was up
to fixing the roof. I knew he had the know-how but did he have the time
to tackle it. As soon as I got the chance, on the first day back to the
grind, I pulled over to the side of the hallway traffic and knocked at
the door that I thought might be Tony's hideout during school hours. I
ventured a guess that it would be the unmarked door between the boiler
room and the shop; I was right on.
"Yeah, come in!" It was unmistakably Tony's voice coming from the other
side. "It's not locked," he yelled, even louder.
I opened the door enough to peek in, wide enough so that he could see me.
What a hunk of a man, he was seated on a tall stool bent over a
workbench. He turned slowly, from whatever he was doing and looked at
me, at first without expression. When he recognized me, he let loose
with that fabulous smile of his as he slid off of the stool and
approached me. I almost melted on the spot, seeing that great bod of his
again coming towards me.
"Bill," he said, "... right?"
I stepped inside and absent-mindedly stood in front of the half-opened
door gaping at him. When he got close enough to reach around me to close
the door, our bodies were almost touching. I took the opportunity to
inhale his manly aroma, laced with his after-shave. I was experiencing it
again; it was the same as our first meeting, at the urinal in the john.
His aura was like a magnet, reaching out and drawing me in. I moved in
closer to cause his body to brush mine as he reached around behind me to
close the door. I heard the door close and the latch click. As he drew
back his hand from the door, he placed itin the small of my back, while
he glided his other hand tomy hip. Shivers ran up and down my spine as
his fingertips stroked me lightly there. Something like a mild surge of
electricity, generated by his fingertips, traveled to my crotch. My cock
responded as if it was a cobra, uncoiling, andemerging from its basket.
It started moving around to find room to grow. In seconds, I had a
fully-grown erection.
Momentarily, I flashed on the time when Tony gave me head in his back
yard shed. He told me later that when I came, he came too and, without
touching his self. I told Bob about it, not because I thought it was
weird or anything, but because I was intrigued by the thought that a guy
could be turned on that much by sucking me off. Maybe he was using his
own version of "The Power" to bring him off.
As I felt the palm of his hand rubbing gently over my penned up hard-on,
I nested my head on his shoulder to let him know that I liked what he was
doing. His fingers found the head of it under the material, by feel, and
worked in small circles over the sensitive area at the tip causing the
cap to swell and become hypersensitive. I started to reach down to undo
my pants to let him have at it, but what he was doing felt so good that I
didn't want to interrupt him. Fortunately, my clothing was loose enough
for him to cup a good hold and slowly masturbate me. At first I thought
my clothing would be in the way but instead, they served a useful purpose.
Actually, the sensation was peaked with each stroke as the fabric dragged
over and abraded the sensitive head of my cock. I reached down to see if
he was getting as much pleasure out of it as I was. His huge erection was
stretching his loose fitting bib type overalls so much that I was able to
reach around the side of the bib and into the gap to grasp his huge monster.
I worked my thumb up to the peak of the cap where the slit was. Sure enough,
he was leaking precum, by the gallons.
After skillfully gathering as much as I could, I carefully retracted my
arm and cupped my hand to shelter the harvest. I soon found how
enormously successful the stunt was, when I started licking my palm.
Like a baby, I started sucking my thumb to get more of the wonderful
stuff. That set me off ...
"Hah...ah! Oh shit!... I... I'm coming! Then the only sound that I
could voice was one long groan as I sucked my thumb wishing it were his
cock. Tony pulled me even closer, pulled my thumb from my mouth, and
substituted his. I wrapped my lips around his thumb and sucked. I
started to spasm, completely out of control, and volleyed most of my load
in one shot. Several contractions followed, sapping the last bit of
energy out of me. Completely played out, my legs gave way and if it
weren't for the fact that he was holding me against him, I would have hit
the floor.
"Man! He said, "I'll remember that one!" He swallowed and opened his
mouth as he tried to suck in some air.
"Did you?" I said, breathing the words out.
"I sure did!" he said, through a beautiful smile that made my heart
flutter and turn flips. He put his head against mine and whispered, "My
cock was confused. It thought it was getting the business instead of my
thumb."
I was still trying to catch my breath when I realized that the obnoxious
sound piercing my ears was the second bell. "Fuck! I'm late!" I yelled
in panic as I grabbed the doorknob forgetting the door was locked.
Tony reached for the lock lash immediately. "Hey, let me get you a clean
rag or something so you can clean up."
"I can't be late again!" I yelled, as I leaped into the hallway and
started the sprint to my first class.
I lucked out, the teach, Mr. Hall, arrived after me to start class. When
I found my seat, my heart was still racing and I probably looked wacked.
"The Bet-see wet-see", the ugh that sits behind me, gave me a weird look.
I must have overdone my attempt to level out by smiling at her; she
probably thought that I was spawning over her eggs. She wasn't the only
gal in that class that was hounding my dick.
As I slid back in my seat, I was sorry that I didn't take Tony's offer to
clean up. It was uncomfortable for a while but after that, I was
reminded how great my visit with him was. That was the first time I came
in my shorts, other than in one of my usual wet dreams or when I was
under the influence of "The Power". It was an experience all right.
Best of all, Tony came the same way he did before; look Ma, no hands!
That was something else! I wondered if someday I would be able to do
that; come, without touching myself, while I was sucking off a big fat
cock, with my chin nestled between a pair of huge hanging balls.... There
I go again ... getting hard.
Old man Hall was looking straight at me. He must have called on me for
an answer, but what was the question? I was saved by the bell. In a
flash, I was out of my seat and on my way to the john to clean up while
he stood there, disappointed that he didn't trap me not paying attention.
"Howd it go with Tony?" Bob asked, as he passed by me in the hall,
headed in the other direction.
"Oh!..." I said, wishing that he hadn't asked. I didn't want to tell him
that my meeting with Tony had more to do with a blowjob than a roof job.
I had to think of something quick. "Tell you later!" I said, hurrying
along. "Right now I'm trying to get to the crapper before I mess my
pants." He believed it.
When I got to the john, I ripped three or four paper towels from the
dispenser, wet one, and went into one of the stalls. I took too much
time so I had to wait until after the next period before I could get back
with Tony. That time, we both had to restrain ourselves, because I was
late getting there and again I was in a rush to get to class. However,
we managed to grope each other while we talked. He agreed to drop by
Saturday morning to meet Dad and to climb up on the roof to take a look.
Maybe I would have sex on the roof after all, like Bob said. I quickly
dropped that thought when it dawned on me that Dad would be home.
Apparently, our quick repair job on the roof seemed to be holding up,
good thing, because it started raining early Saturday. Dad congratulated
us again for doing such a good job but that didn't trash his plan to
invest in a new roof. Tony called and talked to Dad saying that he would
rather wait until the rain stopped before he came out.
Relentlessly, the rain continued. It started that Saturday morning, came
down on and off all weekend and drizzled most of the day on Monday. Rain
was normal for that time of year so getting to school was a drag. When
it snowed, if it was extra heavy, it was even more of a hassle. We don't
get much snow but there were times when it was deep enough to make it
impossible to bike to school. On those mornings, we had no choice but to
wait on the front porch until the school bus came poking along. On light
rainy days, we usually opted to cope because our house wasn't that far
from the school. The bad side was that the park that we had to cross was
overgrown with big trees so the drill was to dodge from tree to tree for
shelter. During thunderstorms, no way, the big trees had a history of
being liked by the lightening and we didn't want to stand out as
lightning rods to protect them.
No matter what, Mom worried about us getting wet even on light rainy
days. Even when it was drizzling, she insisted that we carry this
humongous umbrella. Both of us, and then some, could fit under it. If
it weren't black, it would have looked like it was something that you
would take to the beach to picnic under. Normally, on our bikes, we
could zip across the park in a flash, no way with that monstrous black
tent of an umbrella. When we had to use it, and that was only when she
watched us start out, we could only use one bike. With me sitting on the
handlebars holding that umbrella parachute, it was hilarious. We must
have looked like circus clowns performing some ridiculous stunt.
Bob used the bad weather to stress the need for a car. "If we only had a
car," he sighed, sounding down. "It's our birthday next month, we'll be
old enough for a license, and we won't even have hubs." We had talked
about sharing wheels, anything with four wheels instead of our two
wheelers. So far, we hadn't made much of an effort to make it a reality.
The rain finally petered out, clearing before the end of the week and we
were back on our bikes. On Friday, when we were on our way home from
school, Bob announced that he found, what he called "the mostest,
cherriest, chariot on the planet". I kidded him about it.
"You must mean that it's cherry because it has been screwed less than me
but not old enough to be the chariot that Charlton Heston used in Ben
Hur." I congratulated myself for dreaming up that one on the spot. It
went over like a lead balloon.
"Get Real!" he said, sounding disappointed at my attitude, "I mean it's
the coolest among Mustangs; the one I have been drooling over since I
spotted it yesterday on Rayburn's used car lot."
Since Bob was older than me, Mom said by a few minutes, and since cars
were his thing, he was better qualified to do the selecting. As we
headed home, I was given an extensive description of this mechanical
wonder that Bob wanted us to own.
"It's gonna be ours," he said enthusiastically. "I want you to see it."
"Yeah, but what are we going to use for money?" As I spoke, an idea
popped into my head. "Maybe we can get Dad to finance it," I added,
thinking my brainstorm was original.
"That was kind of my plan but I want to at least get the down payment
together before we ask. And, with my new job, I will be able to make the
monthly payments."
"New job?" I said, not sure I was hearing right, "Job? What new job?"
"I got Jan to put in a good word for me. I got hired and I will be
starting, this weekend, as a busboy at Norm's." He gave me a high-five
as he went on, "and, if it works out, Monday, I will be starting full
time on the second shift."
As I pulled back my hand, I was thinking that I would go along with it
for the time being. Actually, I was still slightly pissed because I felt
that a lot was going down behind my back and it was stuff that he should
have put on me before now.
"Hey!" he said as if he knew where I was at, "I wanted to surprise you."
"Well, you did!" I said, but giving in to him. "Do Mom and Dad know
about this?" I asked sternly, trying to play big brother.
"Yes," he bowed his head, yielding, and went on mumbling the rest, "but
not all the details."
He was hoping that I wouldn't ask, but I put it on the line, "What
details?"
"Oh, I told them that I would have to train on second shift so I could
take over part-time hours after school."
"And they believed you, I bet," I said sarcastically. "I happen to know
that the nerd that works days, acting like he's a busboy, happens to be
the manager's son. Face it, no way are you going to get his job anytime
soon, unless he dies or something."
He just looked at me. The hurt look was devastating. We had been
walking our bikes while we were talking and I wanted to throw my bike
down, run over, and give him a hug.
Until that moment, I didn't realize how dedicated he was to carrying out
his plan. I thought that it best if I met him at least half way. To let
him know that I had lightened up, I did a poor imitation of Marlon Brando
as "The Godfather". "Since you are part of the family, I owe you. I'll
arrange to have the little fucker done away with so you can take over his
job." That bought him around but I still only got half a smile from him.
"Okay...Okay, you win," I said, giving in all the way. "I'll go over to
Burger Haven, or somewhere, to see if they have an opening ... after
school work, none of that nighttime stuff. You shouldn't be doing it
either."
His face lit up and then flashed with sincerity, "Thanks Bro, and in case
you can't get a job, remember that car will still be half yours."
I knew that it would be mostly his anyhow. That was all right with me
because he has been dreaming of owning one since he was about twelve. I
knew that working would be a tough grind, we wouldn't have time for each
other, and maybe no time for skinny-dipping in the cesspool. If we had
to work on weekends, the fishing trips would be out too. I was trying to
convince myself that the whole thing was a bad idea, but how could I, it
was his plan, and he had included me as an essential part of it. I
wanted to discourage him but in my heart, knew I couldn't.
"How do you know our Mustang dream car will still be there when we've
saved up the down? And, oh yeah, and then we have to inform Dad that he
will have to sign for it. Are we ready for that?"
"What I'm getting at is, it aint going to happen all by itself, we have
to do some planning or these bicycle seats will be sticking up our asses
until coffin time. The Mustang may not be there but there will be others
and maybe even better deals. We gotta get off our asses if we want it to
happen." Without pausing to take a breath, he continued, "Let's go over
there now, I want you to be part of this."
How could I refuse? It would have been wrong for me to even hint that I
was a little apprehensive about the whole idea so I held back voicing my
personal opposition to his plan. We wheeled our bikes around in the
opposite direction and started for Rayburn's, which was on the highway.
About halfway there, Bob skidded to a stop ahead of me and waited for me
to come up beside him.
"Oh, I forgot to mention," he said as he watched me come to a stop, "I
have already knocked off a hundred bucks on anything that we pick out.
Now it's your turn to get another hundred off for us."
"How do I do that?" I questioned.
"Easy man! The salesman is a fag. I let him gobble my goober."
"Awesome! You mean a blowjob?"
"For sure, and a super one at that. He'll blow his wad when he sees that
we are twins. I'll negoesh the deal. All you have to do is go along
with it."
"Sure," I said, the thought of getting a blowjob excited me. Age, sex,
or looks didn't matter as long as my cock was at the receiving end. Now
if I am giving, well, that's different, I did have certain preferences.
"Good boy!" he shouted. "I knew that would turn you on. Let's go!"
When we got to the lot, Bob lead the way to the Mustang that was supposed
to be a so-called dream car.
It looked great to me, but since I couldn't be that judgmental, I decided
to kid him along. "Cherry?" I said. "It looks more like the whore house
itself." Actually, I was looking at the back seat visualizing how it
would be used.
Bob gave a quick uncertain grin to acknowledge what I had said and then
it became a frown not knowing what I meant by the comment. Looking over
Bob's shoulder, I saw the salesman come out of a little shed that must
have been his office. There wasn't time to explain my comment so I gave
him a hammer on his bicep to assure him that I wasn't being negative.
As the salesman approached, his phony smile was visible from all the way
across the lot. He didn't walk like a fag, nor did he look like one, but
I guess some fags just don't show it. Before he got too close, Bob
approached him with his hand held out for a quick handshake.
"Remember me?" he said loudly, as he shook the salesman's hand.
That's all that I could hear because they turned away from me and moved
their heads together. Unfortunately, they spoke low enough where even if
I strained my ears, I still couldn't hear but I knew darn well what they
were discussing. As I looked on, I could see the salesman put his hand
in his pants pocket and do a little foreplay with whatever he had a hold
of. He probably had holes in his pockets for that purpose. This
confirmed that Bob, acting as my pimp, was scoring with the proposal.
Bob was beaming triumphantly as the both of them looked and started
toward me, the salesman was following close behind. It only took a few
seconds for them to get over where I stood but in that short time, I
sprung a boner that would have served as the strength and endurance test
for the Talon Zipper Company, which claims that their zippers will hold
up, no matter what. My pole was giving it the supreme test. I wouldn't
have attracted any more attention even if I put a flag out on the end of
it, the salesman's eyes bugged. It was obvious that he was satisfied
with what he saw. For a second I thought he was going to drop to his
knees and do me right there in front of God and everyone. Finally, he
grinned his approval and licked his lips with one swipe of his tongue.
Showing as much delight as a kid in a candy store, he tilted his head
prompting me to follow.
His candy store was the men's room that was in the back of an adjacent
gas station. I followed close behind as he hurried toward the door
marked "Men". Inside, there was one urinal with a high partition serving
as the wall of a stall in which I assumed was a commode. What struck me,
as being almost hilarious was what was scrolled on the partition. In big
red letters, it said "PUT YOU COCK IN HERE FOR A BLOW JOB" and there was
an arrow pointing to a big, nice round, hole that looked to be
professionally cut with the proper tools. The edges of the hole either
had been sanded or had been worn smooth through use. I had to chuckle to
myself when I thought about it, did I really need instructions, like I
couldn't figure it out myself? It looked to me like the place had been
used for blowjobs many times before. I wondered how many car deals had
been made through that round hole that I was looking at.
I heard the stall door slam and then the lock on the door clicked. When
I heard him shuffling around behind the wall, I became curious. Without
actually stooping, I backed off enough to peer down through the gap under
the partition. This experience was new to me so I was dumfounded when I
saw a pair of hands carefully laying out several strips of toilet paper
on the floor. After the paper was spread, two bare kneecaps appeared and
settled on the paper. Apparently, he had taken his pants off and was
kneeling.
Almost instantly, the scant light coming through the hole darkened. From
my side, it looked as if he had his mouth opened wide with his lips
pressed against the surrounding edges of the orifice. A wagging tongue,
in the center of the hole, beckoned me to place my cock within its range.
I dropped my pants but before I could step in closer, an anxious hand
reached out and gently pulled my balls into the opening. I was forced to
hug the partition crushing my upright erection between by stomach and the
hard partition.
He fondled my balls with a soothing, feather touch. When I felt his warm
wet tongue explore the hairless skin of by ball sack, it was too much for
me, my legs got weak, and I had to support myself by hanging from the top
of the partition by my hands, like a monkey. It was the most wonderful
feeling that I could imagine. Not being able to see what he was doing
and concentrating on only what I was feeling, was a colossal turn-on.
Not being able to see what was going on, even a straight guy could
visualize that he had is cock deep in a pussy instead of a queer's mouth
on the other side. Or, if he preferred, he could imagine that the
beautiful blonde at work was giving him head. With me, my thoughts were
that I was giving this wonderful cocksucker my cock to enjoy and enjoying
it, he was. I realized how different this was. With a stranger, not
knowing what to expect, seemed to stimulate the strange feeling of an
unknown that was touching, feeling, and caressing my being. I wasn't
aware of it at the time, but I was about to become addicted to anonymous
sex.
Being almost out of it, enjoying the sensations, I slowly became aware
that he was trying to do the impossible. He was attempting to drag my
cock in through the hole with my balls already crowded in there. I had
to pull away and backup unaware that I was teasing him. It was
outstanding that he wanted me that much so I banged my hard dick against
his outstretched tongue until he begged for it by moaning. Then I rammed
it into his open, begging mouth. I am not sure whether it was the fact
that we might get caught or this guy was that good. He found the most
sensitive area right away; it was around the outside edge of the flared
helmet. He whirled his tongue round and round that edge knowing by my
reactions how intense it was to me. My dick was involuntarily jumping
with excitement. He was taking it as a signal that I wanted him to keep
it up. So, he kept sweeping his talented tongue round and round that
edge until I was forced to let out a long, loud moan, which he took as
applause. For that, he decided to take a bow, bow he did, all the way
down on my cock. As he held it there, I pressed against the partition so
hard, trying to give him all that I had, that if it weren't anchored so
well, the whole wall would have fallen in on him. If not, maybe, I
would have punched out the glory hole making it large enough for my whole
body. There was something going on deep down in his throat that sent me
ballistic; it was as if he had a clit down there tickling the tip of my
cock.
As he licked and sucked, my excitement was building to the point where it
was almost out of control. I became aware that it wasn't the usual
feeling when a climax was building. It could have been that it was my
first time to get deep-throated through a glory hole that excited me so
much.
Just a short time ago, I didn't know what a glory hole was or how it was
used. It seemed that his mouth was hotter than I ever felt as it closed
around my cock. When he ran his tongue under my foreskin... that did it.
I heard him gag on the first shot. He deep-throated it on the second and
third shots. I felt his throat grab hold and close in after each shot as
he swallowed. Without question, he was a master of his trade; and his
trade was sucking cock. I was exhausted as he sucked the last bit of
energy out of me.
"Hows yah do?" Bob asked as I staggered out of the door.
"Fuckin' A-hey!" I said, catching my breath, trying to recover.
"Did he shoot his wad?"
"How the heck do I know?" I answered, "I was on the other side of the
wall. He's in there, probably still swallowing and trying to get his
pants back on."
"Stay here and watch for anyone coming, I'm going in to try for three
hundred." He went in.
When we got home and found time to talk, we went out into the garage.
"How do you know that he will honor the bargain?" I asked.
"Oh, I know," he said with confidence. "Figure... when we are ready to
close the deal, Dad will be there, and I will remind the fag to take off
the three hundred in front of him. Simply, if he doesn't comply right
then or says that he already took it off, I'll get him aside and say, "If
you think our cocks were stiff when you sucked us off, wait to you find
out how stiff the penalty is for sexually abusing a minor, in this case,
two."
"You wouldn't really do that would you?"
"Naw...! I don't think it will be necessary to tell the world that the fag
blew us both." He looked at me not being fully convinced that I was
totally with him. "Believe!" he said with conviction, "How do you think
Jim got his wheels? He clued me in on this guy ... Besides," he added,
"those fuckers always start hundreds higher than they expect to get... We
just brought down the price where it should be and got off doing it."
"Yeah!" I said, trying to hold back the laughter. "Got off! Is right;
me once, you twice!" I kept laughing while something even more laughable
entered my mind. "What if ... What if!" I managed to hold down my
hilarity enough to continue, "Remember ... Dad caught us in bed together.
Where would we be if he just said to the salesman, that's all right, it
will keep my boys from getting in trouble with girls." Bob joined in
laughing along with me; but I could tell by his expression that he wasn't
convinced the point I made was totally absurd.
We were kidding around about it not knowing that the whole plan was kind
of a joke anyhow, but not funny...Ha, Ha! Bob didn't even last two weeks
on the job. He got fired when he was caught screwing Jan in the
storeroom, both got fired on the spot. The payoff was when Jan went back
and pleated for her job by claiming that Bob had forced his self upon her
and it wasn't her fault at all. Her boss knew that there had been an
earlier occurrence with another young busboy. It happened before he
became manager and he always suspected that the former manager was
getting his share of what Jan was putting out and that is why she wasn't
fired then. He was in charge now so her plea fell on deaf ears. I am
sure that she tried the same trick on him as she did with the former
manager but this time it didn't work. He couldn't afford to mess around,
his son was one of his employees; also, he had the reputation as being a
family man. Bob lost interest in Jan when he found out that she tried to
shift the blame to him so he stopped seeing her. Because he lost his
job, the plan to buy a car was set aside for the time being.
In a way, I was glad of what had happened. Bob didn't get home from work
until after eleven. Mom was worried that he wasn't getting enough sleep
and that it might effect his concentration at school. Loss of
concentration? Loss of consciousness is more like it. One of the guys
told me that he fell asleep in English class but the gal sitting behind
him woke him up before the teach' - Lady Belvedere, saw him. Luckily,
Mom and Dad didn't hear about it... I wouldn't be the one to fink on him.
When they gave him permission, they were under the impression that it
would be just a few hours after school.
During those two weeks Bob was dragging ass. We only had sex twice if
you can call it that. Both times, I sucked his cock while he was sound
asleep. When Bob is out, he's out. He probably thought that I was Jan,
or Jill, a classmate that he was working on to take to the Hop. I had to
accept that because I had to have sex with him, no matter. I got mine
off by licking his balls while I beat him off until he came and then,
licking him clean. I'm sure that he didn't know what was coming off
because he was so out of it. On top of everything else, I couldn't land
a job; that was a downer. The way it turned out, I am glad that I
didn't.
The one thing that I wasn't too proud of was that since the blowjob
through the glory hole, I was hooked. I wondered what it would be like
to be on the other side of the glory hole, where the salesman was. What
would it be like to suck a big, fat cock sticking through to my side of
the stall? I got a boner thinking about it. It would be awesome if the
guy was straight and he wanted me to give him head. What if he was
looking for something that his wife didn't do and I was giving him the
pleasure that he needed. In that case, I wouldn't need him to
reciprocate in any way but to give me his load. That might make me come
like Tony does, without touching myself or, if need be, I could help it
along.
All of this was running through my mind in study hall. That night, after
dinner, with nothing else to do, I went to the park searching for glory
holes in the three restrooms. All three were deserted and the partitions
dividing the stalls were metal, with no holes.
I even thought of paying Tony a visit but wasn't sure how that would go
with what happened with Bob and Jan. Tony knew that Jan liked to break-in
younger guys and Bob was her target for a long time. Still, Tony and Jan
had something going between them. I was wishing that I could be Tony's
target. After all, Bob, in his own way, encouraged me to swing over to
girls and keep on having cock if that's what I wanted to do. After all,
we weren't lovers or anything like that so I wouldn't be two-timing him
if I tricked with someone else. All of this was going through my mind
trying to cover the fact that I was lonely, lonely, lonely without him.
I thought that maybe Tony could cure that lonely hurt so I started out
for his house. Not knowing if he would be home or if Jan would be there,
I decided against it. Instead, I went back home, went to bed, and had
sex with a poor substitute for a sex partner ... myself.
The night Bob was fired; Mom and Dad were in the living room watching TV.
There was nothing on that I considered worth watching so I went to our
room to wack off over the pictures and stories in a gay mag that Jim gave
to Bob. I had my own bed now; Sears was not as slow on the delivery as I
had hoped. I got completely undressed and with my cock in one hand and
the magazine in the other, flopped down on my own bed. Several minutes
into the story, I rolled over on my stomach and pushed, what was now a
stiffy, in the crack between two pillows, one mine, and the other from
Bob's bed. I was ready for action but the story was moving so slowly
that I wondered if it had been censored.
I continued to read, hoping things would pick up, until I started nodding
off and the words on the page were starting to blur. My eyes were on
their last try to stay open when I felt Bob's presence in the room.
Forcing myself to become more alert, I turned my head toward the door
where I saw a figure standing in the doorway. It couldn't be Bob, I
thought, he doesn't get off for a few more hours. It can't be that late,
he shouldn't be home; but it was him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, as if he was an intruder.
"I got fired," he said, almost without expression.
I opened my mouth ready to respond, but nothing. Bob waited for my
answer but not being certain how I would react, he searched my eyes for a
clue.
"I wanted you to hear first," he said, speaking through an uncertain
smile. "I snuck up here... Mom and Dad were so engrossed in the movie
that I decided that I would tell them after it's over; they don't even
know that I am home." Bob started filling me in on the details as he sat
down on the bed beside me.
I let it go, hugging, and kissing him while he babbled excuses for what
had happened; I didn't care. Most of it was practice for what he was
going to say to Mom and Dad, all that I could grasp was that things would
be back to normal. We both heard the music from the TV downstairs
crescendo, which meant that the movie was ending and the credits were
running. It was time ... He quickly turned away from me, stood up and
slowly walked toward the door.
Things couldn't have gone better. I couldn't retain myself. In my
excitation, I took a flying leap, landed on my bed, and rolled over on my
back. Smiling from ear to ear, I stretched my arm out, pressed the
little button, and went through the sequence to set my Timex alarm to
5:45 AM. "Now... That should give me plenty of time to get out of Bob's
bed and back in my own!" I said aloud as I slid out of my bed and got
into Bob's.
TO BE CONTINUED
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